Men Are Colour Blind

Sigrid looked at him with grievance. "Wait, where is my Valentine's Day gift?" If he did not prepare one, then she would have an excuse to be angry, and hence get some good rest that night! Eleven sticks were frightening to think about! Even if he was not afraid of dying from excessive ejaculation, she was afraid of meeting her own demise! George's thin lips curved up slightly, and he looked at her eagerly. "Open the drawer over there. The second one." Anyway, she had already push it back long enough, so he was not bothered by another short delay. Sigrid rushed to look at the drawer and couldn't help but turn her back against George. Looking at the cat's tail behind her pants, George reached out and grabbed it. Suddenly, he felt that it would be good if she really did have a cat's fluffy tail. Touching it would definitely feel good. Sigrid took out an exquisite big gift box. When she opened it, she was about to get hungry. There were delicate roses on both sides of the big gift box. In